John shuffled into the room, rubbing his eyes in the sudden light.
"Sherlock, its three in the morning!"
"Is it now?" Sherlock questioned, suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"Yes, and its been two days since you have slept, blinked really," Sherlock rolled his eyes at this, "You need rest."
"Sleep is boring!" Sherlock replied, throwing up his hands.
"Oh fine… tea?" John sighed. Sherlock nodded.
John walked into the kitchen, getting two mugs from the cupboard and putting the kettle on the stove. He had had the dreams again, no, make that nightmares. The ones of the war… and the explosions… and…
"EEEEEE!" John jumped at the sound of the kettle, he had to remind himself that he was no longer on the battlefield. He brought the tea into the living room and after handing Sherlock his mug, he settled onto the couch next to him.
"If sleep is so important, explain to me why you are up so early?" Sherlock asked him.
"Couldn't sleep." John replied quickly, a little too quickly. Sherlock raised an eyebrow but didn't question, and went back to his tea.
John sighed. "I had them again.. the nigh—dreams." He corrected himself, not wanting to sound weak. John looked away, the images flooding his mind.
"You don't have to be afraid.." Sherlock quietly said after a pause.
"I'm not." He didn't understand, he hadn't been there.
"John.." John realized the same time Sherlock did that silent tears were now running down his face. He didn't see the worry in Sherlock's eyes, nor did he know that Sherlock was fighting not to reach out for John. To hold him, to comfort him, to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"I'm fine." John snapped. He didn't mean to, he could see the hurt on Sherlock's face and instantly regretted his tone.
"Sherlock I…" Sherlock looked away, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, its just that I get so scared and—"
John didn't know what had happened, he must be dreaming, that was the only explanation! Sherlock's lips were upon his.. It didn't make any sense! Sherlock pulled away, looking as confused as John was.
"Well… I… I uhh…" John stuttered.
"Your an idiot." Sherlock chuckled. At this Johns ears reddened with anger, making Sherlock laugh even more. He kissed John's forehead, making John's anger turn to embarrassment.
"Shall I call in sick today?" John suggested shyly.
"If you'd like, but I might as well do it since you don't sound very ill…"
John nodded knowing Molly wouldn't question Sherlock.
Sherlock let go of John and went to get the phone.
